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Grove St. Party (feat. Kebo Gotti)

Grove, Grove St., FlockaI gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me

Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party

It's a party, it's a party, it's a partyMy partner on a pill, my other partner drunk

Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party

It's a party, it's a party, it's a partyI step in the club, rolling on that loud shit

My weed keep your security saying, "Be quiet"

My breath is starting a riot, the girl's get excited

Hold on, wanna try it, I'm like, why not try it?My swag they wanna buy it, my juice they wanna try it

Club going stupid when I, "Oh, let's do it"

Chu ain't gotta chew it, jerking and she moving

Grove St. villain, nigga, who you killing?Broke two years ago, now I'm worth a million

Jacksons to the ceiling, that's how we balling

You know that I'm rolling, throwing up mean bread

Now I'm 'bout to meet her in the club with a heaterI gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me

Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party

It's a party, it's a party, it's a partyMy partner on a pill, my other partner drunk

Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party

It's a party, it's a party, it's a partyA party ain't a party 'til I walk in it

Lime green flap, match the fitted and the linen

Gucci shades are on my face and my lens kinda tinted

'Cause my eyes real low and my head just started spinningI'm rolling like a motherfucker , I'm a roll out in this motherfucker

I'ma Roscoe Dash it, I'ma 'bout to show out in this motherfucker

My jewelry game on frost about to snow out in this motherfucker

Ay Flocka, get them burners, lets pull out in this motherfuckerAy motherfucker, what the hell is you rocking for?

Run up on me and my squad, no, that shouldn't be an option so

Somebody betta let you know, I suggest that you let it go

This is a Grove St. party, fakers hit the exit doorI gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me

Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party

It's a party, it's a party, it's a partyMy partner on a pill, my other partner drunk

Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party

It's a party, it's a party, it's a partyRolling on them leaves, you can do the lean

Blowing on that loud purp, pass that Bobby Brown back

The hood got my fucking back, the streets I'm not ducking that

Please step the fuck back, Grove St. yes, we are backHood plus I'm a nigga rich, every ghetto feeling this

20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist

100 on my neck iced out for my respect

20 fucking 10, I'ma blow the whole checkIn the club flex, after party flex

You know how we ball, all I know is ball

Every dollar in my pocket, I'ma spend it all

When a nigga die they gon' say, "Shawty raw"I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me

Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party

It's a party, it's a party, it's a partyMy partner on a pill, my other partner drunk

Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party

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